Suddenly, a perfume scent caught her attention, making her stop with the coat in her hands.

Why did Brian's coat smell like lady perfume?

Curious, Rosalynn leaned closer for a better smell, wondering if it was her own.

She seldom wore perfume, and on the rare occasions she did, she chose a light fragrance.

Being pregnant, she wore it even more infrequently.

The perfume on Brian's coat was unmistakably potent. Who did it belong to?

Brian, who was about to buckle Rosalynn's seatbelt, noticed her preoccupation and inquired, “What's wrong?”

Rosalynn peered at him and questioned, “Did you go out for a business meeting today?"

Brian nodded, replying, “Yeah, a business lunch."

Rosalynn probed further, "Were there any women?"

Brian quirked an eyebrow, curious. “What are you suggesting?"

Without a word, Rosalynn passed him the coat. “Take a whiff of this."

Brian, taking the coat, sniffed it and caught the fragrance of perfume.

His brow furrowed as he recalled the woman who had accidentally bumped into him earlier. His expression turned serious.

That woman appeared remarkably similar to Rosalynn.

It seems the perfume got on the coat then.

Brian flung the coat into the back seat and tenderly tilted Rosalynn's face up, giving her a quick kiss.

"Something bothering you? Don't worry, one wife is more than enough for me. I don't have the spare energy for anyone else."

Rosalynn paused, then gave him a light punch, saying, "Okay, okay, let's get going."

She did trust him, yet she felt the need to ask.